Shabaam Sahdeeq - We Holdin' lyrics

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Shabaam Sahdeeq - We Holdin' lyrics

[Shabaam Sahdeeq] Uhh, what, we make it happen baby (We make it happen) When we come through We come through, you know how it's goin down (We make it happen no doubt) S-Double Look into the eyes, Pablo, Sordear (We make it happen) Uh-huh, Fluid (we make it happen no doubt) I'm a winner, trust and believe when I tell you dawg Success is my b**h and I'ma f** her raw And even die from disease, all my kids she'll bore I spill styles, ill styles, never heard before I'm sick like a fiend without a hit of that dope Cough up some ill sh** that you wanna quote Never frettin on no tough-guy sh**, but I smack herbs Extra Diacha linkin leather and Iceberg Slang superb, spew words, splash nerves Police cars that hug the turns, with tires burnt All my BK n***as - all my NJ n***as All day outdoor "dough or die" n***as Raw' n***as give me no pounds, I don't need ya love I don't need ya fake-a** mounds and ya fake-a** hugs (I don't need it) All I need is cash to fold, herb to smoke (yeah I need that) Stocks and bonds, nuff equities and homes [Hook] We holdin - we done made it happen (make it happen baby) We done made it happen (make it happen baby) We done made it happen (make it happen baby, happen no doubt..) We holdin - we done made it happen (..baby, we make it happen no doubt) We done made it happen (..baby, we make it happen no doubt) We done made it happen (we make it happen baby, we make it happen) (Come on!) [Shabaam Sahdeeq] They wanna shoot ice grills they wanna duck the sk** They wanna sleep on the S till they grill get spilled They wanna spit they corny raps till they mouth get slapped They wanna preach to the S like I don't know facts They wanna, block this man, but can't stop the fam I ain't wanna bust them n***as, but they forced my hand They wanna say it ain't raw (raw) but I know it's real (uh-huh) Minus the glamour and the glitz, just the cash appeal They wanna take shots at me, dead me possib-ly They wanna ride in the whip, spend chips with me They wanna hit the mall hard and buy kicks with me They wanna, study my style and bite sh** from me They wanna, roll with me, make dough with me But when it's drama time, who really back to back with me? They family, them real n***as ACT-ually So when the heat's on, I know who really down with me (down with me) [Hook] [Shabaam Sahdeeq] They wanna, box me in but my style is free (free) Gotta be me, gotta keep it raunchy and cla**y At the same time, intertwined, toyin witcha mind Pushin the limit, if not, then why would I be in it? (uhh) If the suit fit, put it on baby and step in it (step in it) I sleep, when I'm dead and gone - until then it's on I ain't a k**er but don't force me dawg When my back's against the wall I'ma off ya fa sure Disappeared from the world, reappear on independent Lace my kicks up and stomp on the competition You don't know me duke, believe me, this ain't virtual Keep, pushin them bu*tons, I'ma hurt you bro (hurt you bro) This is real as can be, I ain't no studio n***a No gla** bowl, boxy hole, see-through n***a Don't test me, your better off takin ya S.A.T Fools get dismissed like cash that's counterfeittin [Hook] [repeat "We holdin.." w/ Shabaam talking in background]

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